About Feelings...
The window is open and I’m laying in my bed, the chilling and cold night air leaving brief trails of meaningless kisses on my body. For a moment put on some music, but it made me even sadder, so I turned it off. Now I’m laying in silance and thinking about the way I could have tuned out, when I was different. Oh, and ihow it hurts wishing to be somebody else and always desiring to live anoter live or no live at all, and how I wished to be loved, but I don’t want anyone to see me. I wish and I wish more and less,but it never come true because I standing in the way. If I could give my own life for peace I would fucking do it. I don’t know how to feel about it this sharp pain in my heart and if the pain slowly fades away I can still feel it. It’s still there it reminds me of thing I should forget.